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A hedge between keeps friendship green.
He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences,
Others let them drift with the current and sometimes they were at sixty fathoms when the fishermen thought they were at a hundred.
He could not see the green of the shore now but only the tops of the blue hills that showed white
He was sorry for the birds,